CREATION

Inspiration

(I owe this post to someone I havent seen, met, conversed with ... I could not post my comment in this person's blog, as am handcuffed by sanity.)

I crave a voice
With a sprinkle of fluted noise
Because I bear death everyday
From this life to another
Because life has delivered an infant
who grives, cries, and rants
This death advanced a life
A life when voice speaks
Through living crevices and creeks
Speech breeds confusion
Yet, speech addresses a way
shows the light of day
Like an infant in labour
It breaks the walls of a silent womb.
Old defences fail,
As the new wears out its shell
Because I felt horror over me creep
When death comes to me
As a fleeting sleep
Satisfied and shattered,
Fulfilled and destroyed,
Half the night, I waste in sighs
The other half in dreams, I sorrow
Yet, I crave a voice
Beyond these earthly noise
As Men are words spoken
And Women silences - kept